The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 905

He reflexively zoomed in on the picture, his eyes locking onto the clear sign above the hospital entrance.

"Infectious Disease Dept."

Those words seared into his brain. Any lingering hope that it was a misunderstanding or a trick of the light evaporated instantly.

"Holy sh*t... No way," Jax muttered to himself, a cold sweat breaking out across his back.

He recalled how alarmingly thin Clive had looked during that confrontation, and his deeply unsettling behavior during the fight.

Jax realized something was horribly wrong.

Abandoning his game, he violently swiped out of the app. His hands shook as he scrolled frantically through his contacts, hitting the call button the second he found the name.

The phone rang several times, each dial tone stretching Jax's anxiety thinner.

Just as he was about to hang up and redial, the call connected.

There was background noise—muffled music and chatter. Milo's voice came through, laced with the exhaustion of someone who had just finished an event. "Hey, Jax? What's up? I just got off stage, still need to get this makeup off."

"Milo!" Jax's voice pitched up in panic, speaking at machine-gun speed. "Did you see the news? It's about Clive! He's trending right now!"

"Clive?"

Milo paused. Ever since their last clash, hearing that name made his skin crawl.

"So what if he's in the news? Why are you freaking out?"

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